Book II
2nd book of the Livre Tout | I've been wanting to let a rhizome grow in my building for a long time, but the walls weren't cracked enough yet.
infinite writing
A poetic proliferation of synaptic connections in order to cover with a muffled coating the foundations of a developing mental universe
2nd book of the Livre Tout | I've been wanting to let a rhizome grow in my building for a long time, but the walls weren't cracked enough yet.
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
1st book of the Book All | I spend my nights sheltered from you, despite your suavely mellow, hygienic and concerned voice.
But you don't understand that it's all about hours, days, context. That in a little while you won't be saying hello to me.
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.
My drawings and collages are more the result of my excavations and stage research than "pictorial works".
La Toison Dort: a contemporary company that surfs on ancient times, an editorial project that evolves in favour of a permanent and diffused scenic form.
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses